Taking a deep breath, I gently dismissed Green Dragon and replaced him with Vermillion Phoenix. The flower petals dancing around the white blade of Bai Ri were replaced by flowery embers. The fiery aura that wreathed my figure seconds earlier coasleced around the sword in my left hand, allowing it to glow like a miniature sun.
"Hmph."
Wilhlem glowered at me as he tended to his Castellan, both his hands outstretched as he frantically cast a spell to repair its broken knee. His technomagic was not exactly suited for repair, but in a pinch it would do to patch up damaged systems in an improvised manner. The Castellan would still need to undergo full repairs and maintenance after the match, but for now the temporary field fixes were more than enough.
